Remember when you were like twelve years old, and you first found out that you were going to die? And that would be it. You'd be dead. Like forever. And you hit some kind of existential reawakening, and other things in life, small things like social studies homework and the Simpsons just didn't matter. The only thing I care about right now is seeing Lobanova's next comic.
Awake my friends, let go, be free : http://cargocollective.com/natalyalobanova